When is a door not a door?
When it’s ajar.
I never liked that riddle.
There’s no logic,
just a trick,
wordplay even the astute mind would have difficulty formulating from the question.
But it does lead me to what I want to say.
And I will speak plainly,
unlike that so called riddle.
I miss you.
Please visit me.
My door is always open.
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